In a familiar female nerd’s bedroom

Blasting into another dimension, Peggy braces herself for the worst, so is naturally very surprised when she lands on a soft bed, the blue fluffy sheets warm on her nude back, a pillow between her muscular, bare legs, gently resting against her pussy with a royal patch of brown hair.

Observing her surroundings, she notices a collection of pictures of a blonde woman in an outfit more similar to rambeau’s, and more worryingly, the walls were plastered with pictures of her!

Peggy quickly sits up and covers herself with her shield as the door opens, planning her next course of action, deciding between fight or flight as the door swings open and she sees a pretty, young black haired girl in a blue superhero suit, her soft features covered by a blue mask with a gold trim that matches the gold lightning bolt that runs down the front of her suit.

The oddest thing about this girl to Peggy however wasn’t her supersuit or her room, but how completely enamoured this young girl appeared to be with her.

“O.M.G!!!” The girl finally manages to squeak out as Peggy raises an eyebrow “YOU’RE CAPTAIN CARTER!?” She asks wildly, thus far not noticing the muscular heroes nude form. “I’m Kamala Khan, I’m like, your biggest fan!” She cries and blushes as Peggy lets the shield slip, momentarily taken aback by this display of admiration.

“W-why are you naked? And why are you in my room?” Kamala asks, shocked, but not completely disappointed by this, if she was honest, she was almost drooling at peggy’s muscular nude body, but she could never admit that.

Noticing this, Peggy decides to take a leaf out of the book of her friend (and brief lover) Natasha Romanoff, and throws caution to the wind, physically cringing as she does so, Peggy stands up and walks to the front of the bed and leans as casually as she can against it, lying the shield on the bed, kamala almost gasping for air as the beautiful older goddess of a woman stands over her, her beautiful toned yet full breasts at eye level.

“Now now young lady,” Peggy says sternly with an attempt at a hint of a seductive drawl, “it’s unladylike to stare, especially down there, my eyes are up here you know.” At this last point, she gently lifts Kamala’s chin, making full eye contact with the blushing brown girl.

“Y-yes mommy- I mean Peggy- I mean miss- I mean Captain Carter!” Kamala stumbles, her breath completely taken away by the dominant female above her, never having been in a place like this before.

“Now, you say you are my biggest fan, correct?” Peggy asks seductively, winking on the word fan, glancing again at all the pictures of her, some zoomed into places that she would never have expected people to zoom into, before she feels Kamala’s soft cheeks move between her strong fingers as she violently nods. “Then you will help me, as my biggest fan?” Peggy croons again, emitting even more violent nods from the young fangirl.

“Good, then let’s start simple. Do you have anything I can wear?” Peggy asks, releasing Kamala, her eyes immediately exploring the body of the older lady. Kamala however is not stupid, and decides to get something she wants first.

“Maybe, but maybe I’d have to make you earn your keep. I think that’s fair enough.” She says conversationally, and Peggy blushes furiously, anger and embarrassment mixed.

“And how exactly would that be young lady?” Peggy asks, a great deal more sternly, setting off all kinds of domination and humiliation and other fantasies in Kamala’s head.

“Oh, I can think of something, you may not like it though.” Kamala says with a mischievous grin creeping across her face, that grin alone convincing Peggy that she was right.